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“Ally,” I heard Kurt say and I opened my eyes.
I was glad his face was the first thing I saw.
“It's time to go,” he smiled slightly, a sight I haven't seen in the past day. I could tell that it was only for my benefit. It had nothing to do with happiness.
I took his hand and he helped me out of bed. Yes, I was still very sore and definitely out of it. Not only from the attack, but from the withdrawal as well. And I was unbelievably hot.
I looked up at Kurt to see how he was doing. His forehead was perspiring and his smile seemed a bit strained. I could tell he wasn't feeling well either. Kurt led me over to the bathroom and handed me my clothes, shutting the door to give me some privacy.
My gown was clinging to my sweaty skin as I peeled it off. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. There was a huge purple arm on the side of my forehead. My eyes were dark underneath from the withdrawal. The gash on my cheek had been bandaged. There were bruises all over me. Most of them were on my shoulders, waist, and thighs.
I pulled a couple of paper towels out of the machine and ran them under cold water. Then I dabbed them on my forehead, my arms, my neck. It felt so good that I decided I would just immerse my entire head in the sink. I let the water run over my hair and face before I grabbed a few more paper towels and wrung my hair out over the sink.
“You alright?” I heard Kurt ask from outside the door. He must have heard the water running.
“Yeah,” I said and pulled on my clothes. Kurt picked out a Sonic Youth t-shirt and sweatpants for me. At the moment, that was exactly what I wanted. Then I took the rubber band off my wrist and tied my wet hair into a messy bun on the top of my head before I opened the bathroom door.
“Did I pick out everything okay?” Kurt asked me, reaching for my hand.
I took his hand and nodded. “Just perfect.”
He gave me a quick peck on the lips before we left the room to be discharged.
~
On the ride home, Kurt was quiet while he was driving. Kurt was an excellent driver, mad safe. I, on the other hand, was not.
Obviously, I was a very erratic person, something I knew for sure I got from my mother.
Kurt had a solemn look on his face.
“What's wrong?” I asked him, stroking my hand down his sleeve.
“I'm just worried about you.”
“I'll be fine, baby,” I said. "The bruises will wear down eventually
“It's not that,” Kurt said, “That's nothing. It's the fact that I can tell that you're withdrawing right now. I don't want you to go through that. Not after what's happened to you.”
“I've gone through it before,” I said, ignoring his last sentence as if he hadn't said it at all. “I'll be fine.”
Kurt looked at me for a brief second parking. “Yeah, I guess. Its just I got rid of my stash before going to the hospital.”
“We'll get it somehow,” I said, trying to look on the bright side. “And if not, we'll be fine once the withdrawing is over.”
"We'll see I guess." Kurt murmured.
Kurt put his car into park and took the key out of the ignition. I went to open the door but he stopped me.
“Wait, I'll help you out,” he said and got out of his door. Then he walked around the other side, opened my door and took my hand.
“How are you feeling?” He asked me as we went to the front door.
“Like shit,” I said. There was no point in lying. It was obvious. My entire body was drenched in sweat, my head was throbbing, and I felt like I was going to puke any minute.
“How about you?” I asked.
“The same,” he said and offered me a weak smile. His pupils were massively dilated, his palm perspiring in mine.
We hurried up the steps to his(well I guess now our) house and Kurt rapped on the door.
Krist opened the door almost immediately and threw his arms around me.
I tried not to cry out as pain radiated through me.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” Krist said as he pulled away. He looked relieved. Wow, we've haven't even known each other a month and they've already taken a liking to me.
“I'm sorry,” I said.
“How did...everything go?” Krist asked, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“She didn't get anything done,” Kurt said.
“You mean Heidi's not going to jail?" Krist asked Kurt, his face twisted with anger.
“We're talking about this outside the house. I don't need more people thinking we're crazy here,” Kurt said and looked around.
“Oops, sorry,” Krist said and stepped aside so me and Kurt could walk in.
Dave was in the living room, pacing back and forth anxiously. The moment he sees me he runs over. "Ally! Oh my God, you scared us to death," he said, crushing my ribs in the process. I squeeze my eyes tightly and try my hardest not to scream, but at least a whimper.
Dave heard and immediately puts me down. "I'm sorry," he apologized bash fully. I grip my ribs and just smile, failing miserably though.
"Oh Ally, I forgot to tell you at the hospital, you're bags are here," Kurt turns to Dave, staring at him the way a mother would with a child who she's hoping did an order. "Dave, did you unpack Ally's things?"
Dave rocks back and forth on his heels. "Well…I may have gotten distracted."
"By?"
"Well, I was worried. She was there for about five days. It was torturous waiting to see if she would come home."
Kurt groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. "Dave, I told you to do something and you didn't."
Dave scoffed and walked away. "Sorry mom, I'll get to it right now."
"Good, come one let's take a shower," Kurt said while walking up the stairs thinking I'm right behind him.
It was almost like magic. As soon as he said shower I was frozen solid. I literally can not move a muscle. The horrific images of that day all coming back. Running for my life to the bathroom from Heidi, her pulling me up by my hair only to have her drop my on my arm. The sudden jolt of pain rushes through my arm.
Kurt, who is already at the top step, turns around and looks at me confused. "What's wrong, Al? Aren't you coming?" I shake my head vigorously and slide down the wall, lifting my knees to my chest.
"Are you having memories of the fight?" Krist asked while hugging me. He startled me because I though he had left in the other room. I nod and feel tears starting to come out.
Kurt walks towards me before shooing Krist away. He obliges and heads over to the living room. Kurt takes me in his arms and rocks me back and forth.
"Ally, I,--"
"Ok, there Kurt. Are you happy now? I put her stuff away." Dave yells from the spot Kurt just was. Kurt sighs before extending his hand out to me. I reach for it and stand up.
Kurt and I immediately shuffled to the bedroom. There, we removed all of our clothing because we were both blistering hot from fever. Kurt flipped the switch on the fan to full blast and crawled into bed with me.
He pulled my sweat-soaked body into his. He was shivering.
“It feels weird to be hot and cold at the same time,” Kurt said through chattering teeth.
I felt horrible for him.
I shuddered. I wasn't sure if it was because I had chills or because I realized that five days was the last time I would have my high.
“I'm so sorry that happened to you,” Kurt murmured, leaning his head on my neck. “I don't know what to do to make you feel better.”
“You already are,” I said.
“How?” Kurt asked.
I smiled. “Because you're with me.”
I turned my head and framed his face in my hands, staring at his face.
Then I slowly leaned in to press my lips to his. I kissed him tenderly and I felt his hand curl into my damp hair. I opened his mouth wider and breathed him in. He still tastes like Kurt.
Then Kurt went stiff and pulled away.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
Kurt cursed and got up from the bed. He left the room and I heard the bathroom door in the hallway slam. I sat up to get out of bed, but a wave of dizziness kept me from doing so. Sighing, I plopped back down on the pillow, wondering if Kurt was ok.
I just laid there for a few minutes, then the bedroom door opened and Kurt shuffled in. His face was pale, his eyes red and watery as he crawled back into bed with me.
“Aw, honey,” I said and held out my arms to him.
“Don't worry, I brushed my teeth,” he said dryly as he settled into my arms.
I kissed him on the forehead. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
We were both trembling horribly. Even my chin had a hard time staying still.
“I don't know,” Kurt said and pulled me closer to him.
“I think I want to take that shower now,” I told him. He smiled and we both got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.
“Ally,” I heard Kurt say and I opened my eyes.
I was glad his face was the first thing I saw.
“It's time to go,” he smiled slightly, a sight I haven't seen in the past day. I could tell that it was only for my benefit. It had nothing to do with happiness.
I took his hand and he helped me out of bed. Yes, I was still very sore and definitely out of it. Not only from the attack, but from the withdrawal as well. And I was unbelievably hot.
I looked up at Kurt to see how he was doing. His forehead was perspiring and his smile seemed a bit strained. I could tell he wasn't feeling well either. Kurt led me over to the bathroom and handed me my clothes, shutting the door to give me some privacy.
My gown was clinging to my sweaty skin as I peeled it off. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. There was a huge purple arm on the side of my forehead. My eyes were dark underneath from the withdrawal. The gash on my cheek had been bandaged. There were bruises all over me. Most of them were on my shoulders, waist, and thighs.
I pulled a couple of paper towels out of the machine and ran them under cold water. Then I dabbed them on my forehead, my arms, my neck. It felt so good that I decided I would just immerse my entire head in the sink. I let the water run over my hair and face before I grabbed a few more paper towels and wrung my hair out over the sink.
“You alright?” I heard Kurt ask from outside the door. He must have heard the water running.
“Yeah,” I said and pulled on my clothes. Kurt picked out a Sonic Youth t-shirt and sweatpants for me. At the moment, that was exactly what I wanted. Then I took the rubber band off my wrist and tied my wet hair into a messy bun on the top of my head before I opened the bathroom door.
“Did I pick out everything okay?” Kurt asked me, reaching for my hand.
I took his hand and nodded. “Just perfect.”
He gave me a quick peck on the lips before we left the room to be discharged.
~
On the ride home, Kurt was quiet while he was driving. Kurt was an excellent driver, mad safe. I, on the other hand, was not.
Obviously, I was a very erratic person, something I knew for sure I got from my mother.
Kurt had a solemn look on his face.
“What's wrong?” I asked him, stroking my hand down his sleeve.
“I'm just worried about you.”
“I'll be fine, baby,” I said. "The bruises will wear down eventually
“It's not that,” Kurt said, “That's nothing. It's the fact that I can tell that you're withdrawing right now. I don't want you to go through that. Not after what's happened to you.”
“I've gone through it before,” I said, ignoring his last sentence as if he hadn't said it at all. “I'll be fine.”
Kurt looked at me for a brief second parking. “Yeah, I guess. Its just I got rid of my stash before going to the hospital.”
“We'll get it somehow,” I said, trying to look on the bright side. “And if not, we'll be fine once the withdrawing is over.”
"We'll see I guess." Kurt murmured.
Kurt put his car into park and took the key out of the ignition. I went to open the door but he stopped me.
“Wait, I'll help you out,” he said and got out of his door. Then he walked around the other side, opened my door and took my hand.
“How are you feeling?” He asked me as we went to the front door.
“Like shit,” I said. There was no point in lying. It was obvious. My entire body was drenched in sweat, my head was throbbing, and I felt like I was going to puke any minute.
“How about you?” I asked.
“The same,” he said and offered me a weak smile. His pupils were massively dilated, his palm perspiring in mine.
We hurried up the steps to his(well I guess now our) house and Kurt rapped on the door.
Krist opened the door almost immediately and threw his arms around me.
I tried not to cry out as pain radiated through me.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” Krist said as he pulled away. He looked relieved. Wow, we've haven't even known each other a month and they've already taken a liking to me.
“I'm sorry,” I said.
“How did...everything go?” Krist asked, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“She didn't get anything done,” Kurt said.
“You mean Heidi's not going to jail?" Krist asked Kurt, his face twisted with anger.
“We're talking about this outside the house. I don't need more people thinking we're crazy here,” Kurt said and looked around.
“Oops, sorry,” Krist said and stepped aside so me and Kurt could walk in.
Dave was in the living room, pacing back and forth anxiously. The moment he sees me he runs over. "Ally! Oh my God, you scared us to death," he said, crushing my ribs in the process. I squeeze my eyes tightly and try my hardest not to scream, but at least a whimper.
Dave heard and immediately puts me down. "I'm sorry," he apologized bash fully. I grip my ribs and just smile, failing miserably though.
"Oh Ally, I forgot to tell you at the hospital, you're bags are here," Kurt turns to Dave, staring at him the way a mother would with a child who she's hoping did an order. "Dave, did you unpack Ally's things?"
Dave rocks back and forth on his heels. "Well…I may have gotten distracted."
"By?"
"Well, I was worried. She was there for about five days. It was torturous waiting to see if she would come home."
Kurt groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. "Dave, I told you to do something and you didn't."
Dave scoffed and walked away. "Sorry mom, I'll get to it right now."
"Good, come one let's take a shower," Kurt said while walking up the stairs thinking I'm right behind him.
It was almost like magic. As soon as he said shower I was frozen solid. I literally can not move a muscle. The horrific images of that day all coming back. Running for my life to the bathroom from Heidi, her pulling me up by my hair only to have her drop my on my arm. The sudden jolt of pain rushes through my arm.
Kurt, who is already at the top step, turns around and looks at me confused. "What's wrong, Al? Aren't you coming?" I shake my head vigorously and slide down the wall, lifting my knees to my chest.
"Are you having memories of the fight?" Krist asked while hugging me. He startled me because I though he had left in the other room. I nod and feel tears starting to come out.
Kurt walks towards me before shooing Krist away. He obliges and heads over to the living room. Kurt takes me in his arms and rocks me back and forth.
"Ally, I,--"
"Ok, there Kurt. Are you happy now? I put her stuff away." Dave yells from the spot Kurt just was. Kurt sighs before extending his hand out to me. I reach for it and stand up.
Kurt and I immediately shuffled to the bedroom. There, we removed all of our clothing because we were both blistering hot from fever. Kurt flipped the switch on the fan to full blast and crawled into bed with me.
He pulled my sweat-soaked body into his. He was shivering.
“It feels weird to be hot and cold at the same time,” Kurt said through chattering teeth.
I felt horrible for him.
I shuddered. I wasn't sure if it was because I had chills or because I realized that five days was the last time I would have my high.
“I'm so sorry that happened to you,” Kurt murmured, leaning his head on my neck. “I don't know what to do to make you feel better.”
“You already are,” I said.
“How?” Kurt asked.
I smiled. “Because you're with me.”
I turned my head and framed his face in my hands, staring at his face.
Then I slowly leaned in to press my lips to his. I kissed him tenderly and I felt his hand curl into my damp hair. I opened his mouth wider and breathed him in. He still tastes like Kurt.
Then Kurt went stiff and pulled away.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
Kurt cursed and got up from the bed. He left the room and I heard the bathroom door in the hallway slam. I sat up to get out of bed, but a wave of dizziness kept me from doing so. Sighing, I plopped back down on the pillow, wondering if Kurt was ok.
I just laid there for a few minutes, then the bedroom door opened and Kurt shuffled in. His face was pale, his eyes red and watery as he crawled back into bed with me.
“Aw, honey,” I said and held out my arms to him.
“Don't worry, I brushed my teeth,” he said dryly as he settled into my arms.
I kissed him on the forehead. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
We were both trembling horribly. Even my chin had a hard time staying still.
“I don't know,” Kurt said and pulled me closer to him.
“I think I want to take that shower now,” I told him. He smiled and we both got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.
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